The forces that rule the times of loneliness are cruel.


Empires Of Your Absence

I wish for the sparkling pires
about you
To enfold me as much as the black empires of nights
without you
I don't long anymore
I don't feel any less
I ache and I sore
My health is not at its best
Just return to me
Why won't you
I feel the yearn in me
Why don't you
Feel the hours I spend
Attending to mend
My seams, frayed end to end
Ripped and torn
From loneliness born
In the pits my heart will send
My eyes wide shut
And so my grip
on this world be cut
'till you return again some morn...



Poetry by Aven Black
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Written on 2009-07-13 at 00:13

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chuma okafor
Nice one!You speak to the face of these forces with your piercing words...you are not alone and i like the deep inner feeling that fueled this text.
2009-07-13


Rob Graber
Interesting write; I like especially the word play in lines 5 and 6.
2009-07-13